“In such a world of conflict, a world of victims and executioners, it is the job of thinking people, not to be on the side of the executioners.”- Camus
You Can Listen Here Because my father also was a police officer and had his share of charged, hair-trigger stand-offs, I imagined him as Darren Wilson and placed him inside the Ferguson PD cruiser that August night, and so I waited to find out what had happened, or at least as much as could be gleaned from the physical evidence and the testimony of eyewitnesses and Wilson’s story as told to the Grand Jury. Because […]
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You Can Listen Here Call it my profession of faith that anyone reading these Posts already likes to read books, and therefore I will not sing their praises but sing only of independent bookstores and specifically one, Wellington Square in Eagle , whose safekeeping I wish to encourage by almost any means necessary but first by telling the truth. The shelves are twice my height, and tables with covers and titles upturned and easily at hand, and everywhere, everywhere something […]
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You Can Listen Here The wide cadmium-yellow maples are the last to fall and form the thickest carpet, and because the wind has come hard out of the north all night and frozen the ground, they slide easily into big piles that scoop into the large flexible barrel that I heft and balance on my left hip. Swinging my right leg out, I cross to the verge of the field where a slim wedge has served as […]
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You Can Listen Here My love of this country is more felt than thought, more emotional than analytic, but eventually I always come back to Lincoln. Listen once more to the last paragraph of his first Inaugural Address: “We are not enemies, but friends. We must not be enemies. Though passion may have strained, it must not break our bonds of affection. The mystic chords of memory, stretching from every battle-field, and patriot grave, to […]
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